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Cast: Tom Cruise, Nicole Kidman, Sydney Pollack, Todd Field, Marie Richardson, Rade Serbedzija, Vinessa Shaw, Leelee Sobieski
Director: Stanley Kubrick
Producer: Stanley Kubrick
Screenplay: Stanley Kubrick & Frederic Raphael, based on the novel Traumnovelle by Arthur Schnitzler
Cinematography: Larry Smith
Music: Jocelyn Pook
UK Distributor: Warner Brothers
Always technically brilliant, morally intriguing and with far more weight than your average big-budget low-brain concoction, Kubrick's films such as Paths of Glory, Lolita and Spartacus caused controversy and awe in equal measure.
In the final yerars of his life, he divided his time between AI (a state-of-the-art sci-fi drama which looks like being directed by Steven Spielberg at some point) and the Tom Cruise/Nicole Kidman project Eyes Wide Shut.
For me, the tale of psychiatrist Tom Cruise on a sexual odyssey gripped from the word go, despite the fact that in some scenes he could have been played by a cardboard cutout.
His wife Nicole Kidman, on the other hand, blows him out of the water every time they appear on screen together. So it's good, for his sake, that for the bulk of this movie, they are separated.
The movie opens with an opulent party in which Tom goes off with a couple of models and Nicole gets seduced by a handsome euro stranger (Rade Serbedzija) in the Julio Iglesias mould.
Cruise is whisked away at the behest of friend - Sidney Pollack (standing in after Harvey Keitel was dropped from the movie).
A naked hooker has overdosed and Sid is naturally on edge as Tom manages to work his medical magic.
All works out well and Nicole does manage to control herself depite being tempted by Julioalike.
Back at their opulent New York apartment, Kidman's character gets high, reveals a little too much about a fling she once had with a sailor and before their marital problems can be resolved, Tom is called to the bedside of a dying friend.
Kubrick takes a sharp left turn into the realms of sueed surreal comedy as Cruise attempts to buy the aid items from an eccentric costume shop owner in the early hours.
His daughter has been messing around with a band of perverted Asian types and after a while, you wonder if you're watching the same movie.
Cruise eventually does make it to the mysterious lodge and enters what turns out to be one of the submiersible units Kubrick used to describe you needed in order to make a great film.
In all, you need six scenes that are watertight to criticism and the final movie should stay afloat.
Before long, Cruise is found out as an imposter and is ordered to disrobe.
Luckily, he is saved from an enigmatic fate by a woman who steps forward and is taken instead. Cruise is sent into the night with his tail between his legs.
The rest of the movie finds our hero followed by a stranger to the simple yet chilling few chords of a piano solo; a cringe-makingly awful scene in a snooker room with Pollack and Cruise and a redemption of sorts between Tinseltown's golden couple.
Like most Hollywood films these days, it's half an hour too long but Kubrick's swansong, although flawed, is still a mesmerising piece of movie-making with some great photography, set design and many moments that stay with you for many months - and probably years - after the film is over.
© Text and art; 1996/2000 Roger Crow